Deeds Of Kindness.

Suppose the little cowslip

Should hang its golden cup,

And say, I'm such a tiny flower

I'd better not grow up;"

How many a weary traveler

Would miss its fragrant smell 

How many a little child would grieve

To loose it from the dell!

Suppose the glistening dewdrop

Upon the grass should say,

"What can a little dewdrop do?

I'd better roll away,"

The blade on which it rested.

Before the day was done,

Without a drop to moisten it,

Would wither in the sun.

Suppose the little breezes.

Upon a summer day,

Should think themselves too small to cool

The traveler on his way;

Who would not miss the smallest

And softest ones that blow,

And think they made a great mistake

If they were talking so?

How many deeds of kindness

A little child may do,

Although it has so little strength,

And little wisdom too.

It wants a loving spirit,

Much more than strength to prove

How many things a child may do

For others by its love.

J. V. Y. Evangelist.